the sacred
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Molly mixed up with them Xannies, I eat 'em like candy
Guess who?
Shit got me cranky, resemblance to Jesus uncanny
Guess who?
I'm in the alley, just smoking a fatty of dope
Guess who?
Now I'm in the valley gettin' my dick sucked by a hoe
Guess who—?
You know how that go
I'm from the land of the low lives, rather just die and have no life
Scrappin' up scraps just to get by, beggin' on corners to get high
Poppin' on somas, I'm too fried, bitches wan' fuck, but I'm too tired
We run from the cops, keep your shoes tied
Got that nine on me, bitch, don't you even try
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Slow ridin' with the windows up, that's the way I like the strut
Slow ridin' when the temp' goes up, that's the way I like to fuck
Smoke a fuckin' whole blunt, then ash in the nut
Bitch, I'll roll another up, what you want lil' slut?
Hoe, they call me Yung Mutt, dead pimp with that ruby wrist
I'm ducking in the cut, don't show my face when I'm in public
I love to tag a toe and steal a motherfucker's plug and dip
And then I purchase every single motherfucking drug
And flip 'em for a triple profit
Triple six until I'm covered up with bugs up in my fucking coffin
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?
Smokin' on finest shit
Guess who?